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Thursday, November 30

A Little Bit More

This is a follow-up posts to a couple of my posts in the past. Things you didn't even know you were still wondering about...

At the beginning of the year, we Wranglers usually choose a word to represent what we want to be our own life's theme for the year. In January, I chose the word More.

I don't know about the other girls, but I remembered it all the way the through January and maybe into February. And then promptly forgot it.Fast forward many months.

For Thanksgiving, we went to my sister's in-laws as we did for the first time last year. There were almost twenty five of us gathered around three tables. And I didn't have to prepare anything, which was good because I came straight from work.Anyway, while we were enjoying dessert, my hostess, Kathy, appeared with a book for me. She remembered my word from January as I'd shared it with her at my brother-in-law's birthday party on New Year's Day. The book is filled with MORE. Kinda awesome. And kinda sad that she remembered and I let life get in the way of being MORE. Although I still have a few weeks left of 2017...

A couple of months ago, I shared the story of my father-in-law's death and how he had a safe deposit box that we knew nothing about. The man died penniless--he lived in section 8 housing and SSI check to SSI check--so, what could he have that was worth saving in a safe deposit box?

Well, it was quite the ordeal to find out. Since he died without a will, we had to establish the right to close out his safe deposit box. We had to wait forty days before the courthouse would assign my sister-in-law, Kathy, as the family representative. But, then the bank wanted the brothers--my husband and brother-in-law--to sign off on it as well.So, finally two months and a week after his death, Kathy and I headed to the bank--all papers signed, sealed, and delivered--and got escorted to a private room in which to open the box.I now know how Geraldo Rivera might have felt after opening Al Capone's vault. Our expectations had been low to begin with, so we weren't sorely disappointed. Just a smidgen.

So, what was in the box? Garbage. Seriously. There were cards that once held coins that apparently he'd sold over the years, but kept the card. There were a couple of remaining coins, a watch in wrap, a silver pendant, a purple (amethyst?) stone necklace, and a silver thimble.I took the King Arthur coin--which I looked up and is valued less than $30--and the silver pendant.To be honest, I kinda miss not knowing and the mystery. Ahh well....

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Wow--kind of a fun little mystery--and to him, they were treasures apparently. ;-) My dad died intestate and in poverty as well, so I know where you're coming from. It is an ordeal to close out the "estate." I don't remember my word, I confess...now I'm going to have to go back and see what it was. Yeesh. Hugs, Margie!

I totally forgot my word of the year. I'm going to have to go back and check. How nice that your sister-in-law remembered and gave you the lovely book. Interesting mystery about the safe deposit box. Too bad it didn't have any rubies or diamonds in it, but I guess they were treasures to him.